Piscine Molitor Patel [Status: Done]

[Piscine Patel]

Piscine Molitor Patel

....the mask

Your Name: Brenda or Skittles
Where did you find us?: Affiliate on Seven
How long have you been roleplaying?: Four, almost five years
Password:[admin edit!]

...basic character information

Birth Name: Piscine Molitor Patel
Nickname: Pi
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Grade: 11
Birth date: May 22, 1994
Program: Bachelor of the Arts
Major: Vocal Music
Major Explanation: Tigers, in general, are very vocal. They use a variety of vocalizations to communicate with one another. Some of these include, but are not limited to, chuffing, growling, and roaring. The roar can either be for taking down large prey, signaling sexual receptivity, and females calling to their young.
Animal Identity: Bengal tiger

...personality

Likes:

• Hunting
  
• Flirting
  
• Excercise
  
• Solitude
  
• Napping
  
• Television
  
• Music
  
• Video Games
  
• Football
  
• Swimming
  

Dislikes:

• Relationships
  
• Authority
  
• Inactivity
  
• Stupidity
  
• Emotions
  
• Gluttony
  
• Procrastination
  
• Arguements
  
• Bad driving
  
• Losing
  

Fears:

• Failure and stress
  
• Being taken advantage of
  
• Finding the one
  

Strengths:

• Intelligence
  
• Humorous
  
• Physical and emotional strength
  

Weaknesses:

• Tends to goof off
  
• Hard time focusing on one thing
  
• Gullible
  

Overall:
If you get to know Pi, you'll see that he acts differently around certain people. With his friends, he'll act one way, and when he's around, other people like adults or girls, he'll have another personality. Nobody really knows the true side of him except himself. Not his closest friends, and absolutely not his family. He has to decide what part of him to show to what person. Even if he doesn't really know a person, or maybe haven't even seen the person in his life, he still won't show his real personality. In other words, nobody really knows what he is really like.

Around his friends, he is a great guy to be around. He'll take on a dare that you give him if it couldn't possibly end in death. He'll throw jokes around and of course, he'll be sarcastic at times. Luckily, he knows when is a good time to toss out a joke and when he has to be serious. There are times where he may think that his friends are joking, but they're are serious. In that case, he will say something back without knowing that it's time to be serious. And if you want to play some game, he'll participate. Maybe it's just a simple game to chase away his boredom, or maybe a complex and fun game. It doesn't really matter what kind it is, he'll play.

If he is around his girlfriend and nobody else is around, he'll be a pretty sweet and romantic boy. He'll compliment her, and if had known the girl was coming, he would have laid out candles and whatnot. He usually feels guilty when he treats a girl like she's someone average because he doesn't want his friends to make fun of him. He would tell himself everything he could like, 'She'll understand' or 'Everything will be fine'. Of course, things most likely ends up in some fight or argument with the girl and that is usually the reason why he has such short relationships. But the boy is clueless on whether he should treat the girl the same around everyone or not.

Certainly, he is a very athletic boy. Obviously he plays football, but that isn't the only sport he plays. He also enjoys swimming. His so-called parents taught him to have good sportsmanship. Though it rarely happens, he may brag a little too much about winning, or get a little too angry about losing.

Speaking of anger, he gets mad a little too fast. Insult him and he'll get mad. Though his family tries to help him control his emotions, it isn't working too well. He sure doesn't show his other feelings easily. For example, embarrassment or sadness, but anger is something people see easily. Even if they don't really know him. Just don't get on his bad side. He might not be the strongest guy, but he surely isn't the weakest. Though some guys think that they can just flirt or do whatever with a girl he is possibly dating, they'll just do what they want with the girl. That's another way to get him angry, and possibly cause more problems.

...appearance

Celebrity Play By: Luke Bilyk
Appearance:
So what if Piscine Molitor Patel isn't the hottest man alive? Some may think he is or close to being one, while others say that the boy is very far from even being cute. Either way, he thinks he looks pretty attractive and he's proud of it. Although he doesn't always brag about it, he has those days where he will look at himself in the mirror and just say, "I love me." Sure it might sound weird or even retarded to some, but you shouldn't hate how you look - because he surely doesn't.

His hair is a dark brownish color. It is usually short, but he may let it grow for a little longer than he usually does. That usually happens when he is focused on something a lot, and really, what guy really cares about cutting his hair? But he definitely doesn't let it grow too long that he can tie it up like a ponytail. Call him biased or whatever you want, but he just thinks it is a little bit too...awkward. It isn't that straight nor is it curly. His eyes are the color of dark chocolate that you can look into forever. Being the guy he is, he isn't often seen crying - not because of sadness and not happiness either. It can be seen with anger or betrayal - and very often too.

His lips and nose aren't things he really cares about. Unless he's sick and he cannot taste nor smell, but that's an entirely different story. His nose isn't exactly what you would call 'sharp' but kind of..round. His lips are averaged sized, not big nor small. His smile is something some like to see while others wanted to vomit when seeing it. They might be jealous or just don't like it. When he smiles, he doesn't really show his teeth much unless a guy friend says a good joke and something funny happens. Other than that, it's a simple smile no matter who he's talking to.

Standing at 5'10'', he isn't exactly short. His weight isn't known since he doesn't care about it. He eats what he wants when he wants, and since he plays football so much he usually stays in very good shape. He eats healthy when he wants to and junk food anytime he craves it. Plus, nobody really cares about how much he eats. His parents don't watch his diet much, and the only person that really knows what he eats is himself. No matter what his diet consists of, his body stays in amazing shape. If you paid attention, you'll see that he doesn't really have big muscles in his arms. His legs, however, are very strong, seeing as he runs a lot more than most people do.

He doesn't really care much about what he wears. It really just depends on where he is going. Overall, however, he'll just dress casual. Grab something in his drawers and put it on. Simple as that. He doesn't really care what kind of brands he wears or if it's expensive or just some cheap clothing. And to the girls out there, he absolutely doesn't wear make-up. If a loved one gives him a necklace or some kind of jewelry, he only wears it occasionally. Sometimes it's because he just forgets, or because he had accidentally 'misplaced' it.

As for the portion of him that's a Bengal tiger, that's simple enough to explain. He has amber colored eyes that are framed by long lashes. He has reddish-brown fur with black stripes. Corded muscles ripple under his pelt as he runs or swims. His gaze rarely wavers. He has a tendency to grin when something happens, thus revealing his stained canines. His nails are long and curved.[/size]

...history

Parents: Alexandria and Andrew Patel
Siblings: Raziel
History:
Alexandria had been in labour for quite sometime, she knew at any moment she would become a mother. Drew was frantically pacing the waiting room of New York's prestigious hospitals, Mount Sinai Hospital, wondering about his young wife who had gone into premature labour yesterday. Not quite premature, only about a month before the scheduled birth. They only went to one ultrasound appointment, at the very beginning of Alexandria’s pregnancy, not thinking they would be necessary near the later months.

The doctor snapped the latex glove around her wrist, a smile crossing her features,” You’re dilated ten centimetres, Mrs. Patel, you’re about to become a mom.” Alexandria was rolled off to the Delivery Room.

***

An hour and a half later, a nurse dressed in rough cotton scrubs burst into the Waiting Room, congratulating Drew on the arrival of his first child, a baby girl. Smiling at the appearance of his daughter, he was now contemplating on what to name her. She had been a mystery to both Alexandria and Andrew; both were in for a surprise when approximately a month after they had consummated their physical relationship, Alexandria began to have morning sickness. But without a glimpse of his little girl, he loved her dearly. An angel, his tiny angel. An angel of mysteries to be more precise. That is it. He would christen his daughter, the angel, by the name of Raziel, who was the angel of mysteries. Satisfied with this, he had sat down but was quickly brought to his feet once more when the same groggy eyed nurse appeared exactly three point five minutes later.

“Congratulations Mr. Patel, your son has also arrived.”

Drew did not know how to respond except to teeter in his tall frame, with his mouth gaping open, and his eyes seriously widened.

Piscine and Raziel’s days were full of hair yanking, prank pulling ease only available in childhood. Both had their own rooms and were not put through horrific tortures such as being forced to dress in matching clothing. However since both were a ‘surprise’ in the lightest of terms, they had to bear through cheek wrenching relatives and the women of their mother’s future kitty parties and various clubs. The twins were close from the beginning as any fraternal siblings are, but along rolled high school, a both scarring and enriching experience.

Around this time, nearing his fourteenth birthday, he felt strange sensations. He couldn't pinpoint the cause so he decided to ignore it. It wasn't the smartest decision he had ever made, not to say he wouldn't make worse later down the road. He refused to tell anybody, believing it to be simple paranoia because high school was about to come crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He began to separate himself from the few friends that he did have. Instead of having friends or a social life, he immediately lost himself in the world of music. Then, the night before his first day in high school, it happened.

He couldn't fall asleep and was tossing and turning in bed. Of course, being an insomniac, he didn't ever expect what was about to happen to him. Coming nowheres near the conclusion, he decided to leave the sanctity of his room to go swimming in the nearby creek. Before he even made it outside, he was shedding his clothing like he had hypothermia. Something dark and disturbing clouded his mind. Not knowing what was happening, he suddenly had a much shorter view. At this point, he blacked out and allowed the beast to have its way.

That's precisely what it did. The boy, turned beast, tore through the woods in search of something that would normally sound unappealing. That thing, of course, is raw meat. He didn't care how or where he got it. His heart, mind, and body has become the tiger's. He couldn't do anything but give into the savage instinct to satiate his hunger. Lady Luck, it seems, was on his metaphorical side.

Amber eyes registered a wandering doe. The urge to stalk the unsuspecting deer managed to take hold of his body. Powerful muscles rippled under a taut coat as he sprang towards the creature. Large paws barely managed to grasp the deer's hindquarters as sharp claws dug into the soft flesh. Imagine a five hundred pound creature suddenly landing on a one hundred and fifty pound creature's back. The end result, you ask? Well, to put it kindly, the doe fell like a sack of potatoes.

Long incisors tore into the flesh as if he'd never, in his life, seen food before then. To his hungry stomach, it came as a welcoming weight. On a normal circumstance, he despises gluttony, but who could ignore a primal instinct like the one to eat? Once the welcoming darkness took hold, he lay beside the dead creature and simply fell into a deep slumber. His first shift had taken a lot out of him. When he awoke to find himself naked, covered in blood, and beside the dead remains of a rotting deer, he freaked out. Disregarding the fact he should probably wash away the blood, he ran as quickly as he could towards home.

Luckily, his clothing was still there so he slipped them on quickly and went into the house. His family was fast asleep in their beds, completely unaware of the deed he had just committed. Without a second thought, he quickly went to the bathroom and turned on the water for his usual shower. He shed his clothes once more, shoved them in the toilet, and washed away the evidence on his skin. He simply stared at the liquid blood swirling down the drain. It fascinated and disgusted him all at once. When he was done, he shoved the memory from his mind.

High school. The mention of the establishment would send the squeamish squirming, the weak of heart flying away. Brother and sister are torn apart by cliques and awkward social graces. Sadly, that happened to this particular brother and sister. Raziel, climbing in the social pyramid, maintained minimum contact with her ‘reject’ brother during school hours; at home, communication wasn’t so banned, since she had to live with the walking, talking ‘social suicide’. He, on the other hand, developed a passion for music, spending his free time in the Band room, horsing around with the other bandies. Although he was somewhat of a social outcast, He had sailed through high school with not too many scars and had even received an award or two for his achievements in the school’s various bands. However, it was nearing the end of his junior year when he decided to live a little more on the edge.

This was around the time of high partying and the spirit of becoming the next rulers of high school when he took his very first shot of alcohol; and many other experiences ensued. It was not even hard alcohol, just a vodka and coke, which had given his premier buzz. He enjoyed the subtly dizzying feeling of floating and preferred to have it last much longer than a few hours. The night was young and so was he; he did not have the senses to know better, seeing as they were blurred by vodka.

Hangovers; nature’s bad-drinking karma. He groaned and moaned, flopping in his bed, now curled into the fetal position as Raziel’s lecture on alcohol shrieked in his ear. After that night, and that hangover with a couple of Advil in his body, He vowed never to drink out of moderation, knowing damn well of the results that followed. But he did not rule out other poisons from entering his system.

He had attended all the mandatory drug seminars held at his school, he even saw the gruesome consequences of hard drugs like heroin, cocaine and methamphetamine. But, isn’t everyone a little curious?
It was a sweltering summer’s day. The day where you could see the heat rising from the tarred roads and breaking an egg above the sidewalk meant seeing an omelette before it hit the pavement. Unfortunately, he had to do some things and be somewhere, doing it all in a dark dress shirt and a red tie. How he loathed summer weddings, at least he just had to show up for the reception.. Lounging around at another party, a party full of intoxicated teens, all strangers, but linked in the buzzing effect of cheap liquor. Clearly, it was out of hand, as more booze broke through the front door and more shady characters came into view. In the midst of this rumble, along came ‘Mari-J’.

***

He squirmed in his seat, beating rhythmically on his thighs with his fingertips; the subtle twitch was often mistaken for nerves of excitement for the new couple that was almost about to make their entrance. He was hysterical; tears of laughter were in his eyes as he got up to clap for the newly weds. Ending the applause, he pursed his lips, attempting to hold his laughter. The best man roughly said something along the line of ‘best friends’ and ‘be together forever’ when he began to titter like a little schoolgirl. He almost made it to the end of the speech before he could not conceal his laughter anymore.

No one suspected such a good kid so dense enough to try marijuana. This innocent praise vanished as quickly as the temporary high when he passed out during the wedding banquet. Knocked out cold, he awoke suddenly in a hospital bed now supplemented by various tubes, needles and instruments jabbing skilfully at his exposed anatomy. So it was a stupid idea to let weed and alcohol mingle in his body. Who knew?

Returning home a few days after, he tried to laugh off his small endeavour down poison lane, but was only met by his parents’ disappointed looks for what seemed as an eternity. His outings were vigorously monitored; he had now created himself an invisible cage with his ignorant choices of the past. This was the year his mother and father began to stroll down a rocky road of their relationship; ultimately ending in his mother running to the arms of a younger, more successful man, eventually marrying the chap and his father’s decision to move him into a ‘Different environment to embrace change‘. Leaving with his duffel bag and guitar, he, could be anyone he yearned to be, to start fresh in an unknown land.

Unfortunately for him, his trials did not end there. Upon moving, his shifts became an everyday occurance, opposed to just occuring once or twice a month. He still told nobody about these things that he considered to be a freak of nature. He couldn't control himself. Up until he moved, he'd been using drugs and alcohol to forget his troubles, but the self-medication didn't make the issue itself go away. He researched it and finally decided to tell his father. His father wasn't shocked in the least.

His father told him the stories of his own family and how he had grown up. Truth be told, his father had known without being told. The shifting gene, he had called it, is usually more dominant within the males of the family. Pi thought he was insane. That is, until his father told him about his own experiences. His father began grabbing text book after textbook from his shelves. Soon after, he told his upset son about the academy where Pi decided to immediately attend so that he could learn how to cope with his 'issue.'

...connecting human to animal

Reasons to Shift:
His family has a history of their other half being a tiger, although this has been brought on because of their urge to be alone. His paternal family hardly interacts with one another, unless it is for something important. They tend to flit from relationship to relationship. When they're tired of the countless flings, their human portion will take over the mind of their animal portion so that they may settle down, get married, and raise a family. Pi is no exception to this. He tends to be very vocal and hardly bothers to socialize unless someody else talks to him first. He finds it easier to get along with adults and females, rather than people his own age and males. He believes his room to be only his and nobody can enter it unless he gives them permission If they do not have permission, he will either scare them out of knock them around until they leave.

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]
“You what?!” Pi exclaimed in confusion, resulting in him falling from the countertop to the cold tile floor. A light moan escaped his lips as he pushed himself off the floor, his sunglasses had skidded across the kitchen floor, but this was far more important. “A divorce?! Moving? WHAT?!” He was still in the depths of confusion. When did his parents ‘drift apart’, start wanting ‘different things’? Where was all this coming from anyways?

His sister, Raziel, was silent, leaning against the refrigerator door, her auburn hair shadowing her eyes. He had sensed through her silence that she was also uneasy at the situation; however, she was not as vocal with her problems as him. He restlessly crossed his arms, he eyes narrowing to a squint. He had also suddenly quieted, contemplating about the situation at hand. After what seemed like a millennia, he finally broke the invading hush, “It’s because of that Sean kid at her office isn’t it?”

His father looked away. Raziel glanced up at Pi; her hand coiled around the handle of the fridge tightened, her milk white knuckles popping. His father’s action revealed it all. Lightly biting down at his lower lip, he left the kitchen, passing the door when his mother came through, unleashing a burst of cold November air.

“Hey champ…What’s wrong?” Alexandria asked, rolling a suitcase into the foyer. She quickly looked at Drew and then back at him. “So he told you.” She said in an icy voice, more of a statement than a question. He bit down at his lip once more, shaking his head, and racing into his room. Pulling out his high school duffle bag and shoving clean and semi clean attire into random pockets and sections. Coming to the sudden realization that he had more clothes than the miniscule space in his duffle, he lurched into his closet dragging out two navy suitcases. More space meant more possessions. He was done packing in twenty minutes flat.

“Dad, I’m ready.” He murmured; his hand tethered firmly around the strap of the duffel bag, heaving his two, other cases into the hallway.

“Piscine Molitor Patel, this is crazy, this is between me and Andrew.” His mother barked, positioning herself between Pi and the beginning of the hall. Andrew? Who is An-- Oh, she was referring to his father. This was the first time he had ever heard his mother call his father by his first name. It felt odd in his eardrums, but then again, so did the yelling when it had first begun long ago. What had happened to this family?

Everything used to be full of ‘Honey’ or ‘Sweetheart’; those were the simpler days, full of love and less bickering. Much less. Now they days and nights were filled with shouts and yells, fights over meaningless things, escalading into a marriage teetering on the brinks of divorce. Hell, it was past the brink, and tumbling into the oblivion of failed courtships and shattered promises.[/size]
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